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Jazz Mans Blues

Jazz man was full of rhythm in orange and red The tune was bluesy, she quickly and excitedly said He pays no attention to anything but the beat, We like to listen to his melodies while we eat So we went to the house of Jazz man red, who was smoking hot He sang of things that most of us had never even been taught Jazz man had a way that showed us a new sound for sure His tunes were amazingly clever, but also totally pure.

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